I have often craved solitude in my life, but there’s no experience quite like sitting alone, your feet chilling in a mountain lake, and no one for miles around.
Today was restorative.
I have often craved solitude in my life, but there’s no experience quite like sitting alone, your feet chilling in a mountain lake, and no one for miles around.
Today was restorative.
Tonight I went to a live recording of the Sex Nerd Sandra podcast, which I’ve been a fan of for about two years now. Her guest was the brilliant Erika Moen, author of Dar and her current project, Oh Joy Sex Toy.
Depending on how they edit the episode, you may get to hear my voice as I ask my questions about being sex positive within my work. If they do, you’ll get to hear Erika’s rather surprising answer.
Even if they don’t use my question, I’m sure you’ll hear me laugh. Loudly. A lot. Because that’s what I do.
Sometimes you’re just trying to keep a little distance and sometimes you need to put up some boundaries that can be seen from space.
Apparently today’s comic continues the theme from yesterday’s. Obviously this is something I’m thinking a lot about.
Andrea is not wrong.
Another trip to Cape Kiwanda, another day contemplating permanence and perseverance. Both have their virtues, both have their drawbacks.
When you do something because it’s fun, then it is its own reward.
When you do one because you’re having too many feelings and want to be numb for a while, then it’s just frustrating.
The water was very cold, so this swim was very short, but it was worth it.
At this point I believe I have probably worked myself up to some full blown body dysmorphia. Or I should stop self-diagnosing. Either way.
Insomnia.